Heavenly Harem Sect
Chapter 246 - 246: An Encounter

[: Clarosia POV :]

After the sun had descended, we made our way to the twinkling candy shop that my sister and I loved so much.

''Clarosia, why don't you stay here while we go inside and buy you all the sweets your heart desires?''

Sister Telly asked sweetly, her voice tinkling like a bell. I smiled and nodded eagerly in agreement.

''Alrighty then,''

Sister Hazia said with a wide grin as she rested her hand atop my head affectionately.

She shared a knowing look with her sister before they stepped into the quaint shop, leaving me standing alone outside, awaiting their return.

[: 3rd POV :]

As Clarosia waited for her sisters to return with the sweets, she noticed a group of cloaked figures approaching her.

There were 10 of them and these individuals were cultivators.

Their sudden appearance startled Clarosia, her heart racing with apprehension.

"Excuse me, young lady," one of the cultivators spoke with an air of authority. "You bear a remarkable constitution''

''You are needed by the Demonic Pavilion Heavenly, please follow us immediately''

Clarosia's confusion turned to alarm.

"I don't understand. I'm just waiting for my sisters. I can't go anywhere."

The cultivators, driven by their sinister loyalty to the forbidden sect, made a move to seize her.

They exuded an intimidating presence, their eyes glinting with an eerie determination that sent a chill through her bones.

As the confrontation escalated, one of the cultivators stepped forward, their voice laced with an unsettling authority.

"We didn't ask for your opinion, young lady. Come with us peacefully."

Clarosia stood frozen in fear, the sinister presence of the cultivators tightening its grip around her.

The unfolding scene had drawn the attention of passersby, their murmurs a symphony of concern and recognition.

"Hey, aren't those people part of the Demonic Pavilion?" one onlooker whispered in alarm.

"Yeah, they sure do...what should we do? She's just a young girl," another voice echoed, filled with empathy and concern for Clarosia's plight.

"We can't do anything, and right now, the Demonic Pavilion's force is growing stronger. Even the other sects would think twice before making a move,"

A voice reasoned, heavy with the weight of the Pavilion's dark influence that loomed over the land.

The growing awareness of the Pavilion's involvement cast a shadow of helplessness over the onlookers.

Despite their sympathy for Clarosia's predicament, the fear of challenging the forbidden sect and the power it wielded paralyzed any attempt to intervene.

But Clarosia was not one to back down so easily.

Her resolve strengthened as she remembered her kind father's lessons on standing up for oneself.

With a deep breath, she steeled herself and took a step back, a fierce determination igniting within her.

"I won't go with you," she declared.

The cultivators sneered, their grip on Clarosia holding her wrist.

"You don't have a choice," one of them spat.

But Clarosia refused to be intimidated. With a sudden burst of energy, she broke free from their grasp.

Even though Clarosia had been given the power to rule the world, she was still a child in the end. She could have destroyed and killed them in an instant, but she didn't.

It wasn't because she was afraid but since she was a child, she had never killed before.

Meanwhile, inside the store, Sister Telly and Sister Hazi were selecting a variety of sweets for Clarosia.

Suddenly, they sensed an ominous disturbance in the air.

They exchanged worried glances, realizing that Clarosia might be in trouble.

Without hesitation, they rushed out of the shop, only to find their sister in a struggle with the cultivators.

The moment the door swung open, the female cultivators from every corner of the store stared daggers at him.

After all, a random lowlife had taken liberties with their little sister and was holding her hand, although it looked like she was using force.

"Let her go!" Sister Hazi demanded, her voice resonating with authority.

The cultivators hesitated, surprised by the arrival of the two sisters.

In the tense standoff, Clarosia's eyes lit up with hope and relief at the sight of her sisters.

"Sister Hazia!" she called out, her voice echoing with a mix of joy and desperation.

The sudden appearance of Sister Telly and Sister Hazi surprised the cultivators from the Demonic Pavilion, who were embroiled in a struggle to take Clarosia with them.

''Who are you!?''

Their demand for an explanation was met with an ominous silence from the sisters as if they were immune to the intimidations of the dark-cloaked cultivators.

Sister Hazi's tone turned chillingly grave as she addressed the cultivators, her voice carrying an air of authority that echoed through the silent street.

"I said to let go of her hand, didn't I?"

Her words carried a weight that seemed to echo beyond the immediate space, instilling a deep sense of apprehension among the cultivators.

Confusion clouded the face of the cultivator who held Clarosia's wrist, his grip tightening inadvertently in his bewilderment.

"Huh?" he muttered, unable to comprehend the mysterious turn of events.

Suddenly, a bizarre and inexplicable phenomenon occurred.

In a split second, beyond the perception of anyone around them, the cultivator holding Clarosia's wristlet out a piercing, agonized scream.

The street was filled with an eerie silence as everyone witnessed an unfathomable sight.

Both of the cultivator's hands appeared to have been cleanly severed, blood gushing from the stumps where his hands once were.

The scene was frozen in a surreal moment of shock and horror.

The cultivator, now writhing in agony, stared at his severed limbs, his eyes wide with disbelief and excruciating pain.

The bystanders were dumbfounded, unable to comprehend or process the inexplicable occurrence that defied the laws of nature.

Sister Hazi and Sister Telly stood resolute, their demeanour unchanged, their eyes harbouring anger as they shielded Clarosia.

The cultivators, taken aback by this inexplicable turn of events, hesitated and faltered, momentarily thrown off balance by the unforeseen and supernatural intervention.

As the residents witnessed the shocking and inexplicable event, a ripple of fear and confusion swept through the gathered crowd.

Eyes widened in terror and disbelief at the sight of the cultivator's severed hands, blood staining the ground as he writhed in agonizing pain.

Murmurs erupted, filled with trepidation and concern about the repercussions of such an unprecedented occurrence.

The air crackled with tension as the onlookers exchanged alarmed glances, their expressions reflecting a mixture of fear and apprehension.

Some among the crowd whispered with quavering voices, questioning the sisters and Clarosia's involvement in this unexpected and unsettling display of power against the cultivators from the Demonic Pavilion.

"What have they done?"

"Are they aware of the trouble they might bring upon us?"

"Acting against the Demonic Pavilion will bring calamity to our lives!"

The fear of retribution from the infamous sect, the Demonic Pavilion, loomed large over the crowd.

The residents, aware of the Pavilion's dark influence and its infamous notoriety for merciless retribution, were deeply concerned that this bold act of defiance by the sisters might invite disastrous consequences upon their town.

Some among the residents, quivering with anxiety, voiced their worries, their words carrying the weight of imminent danger.

"This is not going to end well. We should stay away from them. The Demonic Pavilion won't let this slide."

The gathering tension was palpable as a sense of dread settled over the crowd, fearing the retaliation and wrath of the Demonic Pavilion for the act of defiance committed by the sisters and Clarosia.

The unspoken terror spread among the onlookers, prompting a sense of unease and a prevailing sense of impending doom.

The town's residents were caught in the midst of a haunting uncertainty, their fear of the Pavilion's vengeance casting a dark shadow over the once tranquil streets.

As the cultivator from the Demonic Pavilion threatened the sisters and the townsfolk, a sense of eerie confidence exuded from his demeanour, his words echoing with arrogance and conviction.

"I don't know where all of you came from, but to offend us, the Demonic Pavilion cultivators, we won't let this slide,"

He declared with an air of unwavering certainty.

He stood firm, believing in the power and supremacy of his sect, unafraid of the sisters' defiance.

However, Sister Hazi, instead of cowering in the face of his threat, met his gaze with an enigmatic smirk.

"Wouldn't let this slide?"

She retorted, her voice laced with a mixture of amusement and defiance.

"Do your masters even have the power in the first place?"

The cultivator's confidence wavered for a moment as his eyes widened in surprise, uncertain of how to respond to this unexpected challenge.

Suddenly, an inexplicable and terrifying occurrence ensued.

The entire city was engulfed in chaos and upheaval.

The ground beneath their feet convulsed and trembled violently as if the very earth rebelled against the cultivators' audacious threats.

Buildings quaked, and the sky darkened as storm clouds gathered with alarming speed.

A deafening roar filled the air as if every creature within the city cried out in unison, a cacophony of warning that portended an impending disaster.

The cultivators, initially so assured of their superiority, now stood wide-eyed and panicked, realizing they had ignited a force beyond their control.

The ground split open with deep, rumbling fissures, and the once serene city was now a landscape of turmoil.

The dark forces unleashed by the cultivators' challenge had brought the entire city to its knees, shaking its very foundation with an unparalleled might that no mortal could comprehend.

The city, now in the throes of an inexplicable and terrifying uproar, stood witness to a force far beyond their understanding, a force summoned by the challenge and arrogance of the Demonic Pavilion cultivators.